waitsforever | ||4|| [Accidental Video]

[Bound to happen eventually, the feed goes on and it's accidental video. Rory's sitting on his and Amy's bed in the TARDIS, just finishing up buttoning a plaid shirt. There's a barn owl on the bed beside him, doing a little bit of hopping and fluttering of feathers to stay upright as his weight on the bed shifts.]

--if it has to do with something Underground...I guess we'll find out eventually.

[The owl speaks. Its voice is female, but sort of Rory-like all the same.]

Not necessarily.

Yes, alright, maybe not.

You need to stop procrastinating. You should be writing this down and trying to work it out properly.

Are you lecturing me? [He gives the owl an amused look.] My own soul.

Exactly.

...good point.

Are you done now? I want to perch.

Yep, go on, done, don't...hold on too tightly.

[The owl flap-flutters to get herself onto Rory's left shoulder and then does a bit of a walking settle on it and fluffs her feathers.]

That's fine, right?

Yeah, I know, you don't have to be smug ab-- [He cuts himself off to put a hand to his chest, looking a bit concerned. A pause, and then suddenly he hunches back a bit, his face contorting, rather, at the sudden wave of pain. And then his owl, shortly after, startled by the sudden pain, digs her talons into his shoulder.]

Aaaaa! Don't--aahh-haah. Get off!

[His owl extracts her talons and Rory leans slightly to pluck her off his shoulder with his right hand and set her back on the bed, putting his hand to his shoulder straight after (the fabric of his shirt's starting to get a bit of a bloody patch) and holding it there as he hunches over. His owl looks nervous and concerned.]

Sorry. Oh no, really, really, sorry, that one was really bad.

Yeah. [Rory nods, and then stands up.] We better go see if that sort of...sick bay area's in the same place.

[Still holding his shoulder, he comes over to pick up his phone carefully with his free left hand and the feed ends.]

[ooc: ...Rory's daemon would have brown text if I was on a computer. As it is, she's italics. Cursed! Also, ghost pains! Isn't he lucky!]

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[The noises are good, but Amy's not registering them consciously anymore. She's rather lost in the sensations that come from Rory's hand on Conall and from moving against Rory. Her skirt's riding up high and she's arched her back, angling her hips just so.

Definitely the best curse ever.]

[Sensation builds until Rory practically blacks out, and then he moans, and tries to stop himself from going boneless. After which he tries to brace himself with his left arm behind him which causes shooting pain through his shoulder and he yelps on top of panting and has to take a series of gasping breaths so as to not actually pass out.

All this means he ends up falling slightly sideways, uselessly. At least some sort of self/Amy-preservation instinct meant he managed to keep his hand on Conall and not squeeze him uncomfortably throughout.]

[ Amy continues moving against him for just a little longer, but his hand is still on Conall and really, that's all it takes. She kind of loses balance when Rory moves, distracted as she is, ending up splayed half over Rory and half over the bed. At least she didn't fall out of it. ]

Well. [ And then, because really, don't expect her to actually form words. ] Well. Wow.

Wow. [Rory agrees with her, once he has enough air to gasp something out. Fiona's fluttered off Amy's shoulder now to land on the metal head of the bed. Conall's wriggled his way of being sandwiched. So Rory extracts his right arm and puts it around Amy. They should really move at some point, because this is not very comfortable. But moving involves...moving.]

[ Amy puts her head on Rory's shoulder and decidedly doesn't move. She's busy. With trying to catch her breath. And processing what just happened. Very busy indeed. And that was amazing.

So she gives a happy little sigh and wiggles a little closer and then goes back to the whole not moving thing. ]

[...okay, this is clearly going to last a while. So at the very least, Rory shifts sliiightly so his bandaged shoulder isn't taking the weight anymore. And THEN he can focus on just. Being there. And semi-comatose. And with Amy. He leans slightly to kiss the top of her head and then settles back again. He's not sure he'll even manage to SURVIVE all weekend, but he doesn't really mind.]

[ Amy smiles lazily when he kisses her and shifts a little closer. It's all she can find the energy to do. Conan moves to curl up on Rory's stomach and it makes Amy's smile widen. ]

So. That's pretty good, yeah.

Yeah. [He's still a bit breathless.] This.... This one can stay. Could stay. We might never get anything done again, mind.

We'd still have to eat, occassionally. I think. If we concentrate real hard, maybe we can manage some cooking. [ Amy's laugh is soft and breathless, too. ]

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